Home's Despair by Demon'smoonlightlover
Chapter 1: First Signs
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
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Chapter 1: First Signs
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It was a beautiful day with the sun shining brightly through the crisp, blue sky. Throughout the vast, ocean-like sky, multiple tiny cotton balls of white, powdery clouds dotted the sky. There were still whispers of light pink and light brushes of light, yellowish blue that painted the sky, still ending the process of sunrise. The grass was a beautiful shade of emerald green, lightly covered in morning dew. The morning larks sang and the robins and morning doves proceeded to follow them in harmony. A light, cool breeze from the North weaved itself amongst the large, chaotic city of Tokyo.
It seemed like nothing could go wrong.
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In the suburban area of Tokyo, where large and expensive estates were located, lied one of the most grand, most extravagant mansions. The mansion was large and held three stories. Eight feet high gates protected the vast, front lawn to along the sides of the house and to the back. It protected the back yard and the Japanese style-gardens with koi fish-entailed ponds, many sakura trees that were budding with blossoms, and the usual winding and curving stone pathways with a small, marble stone bench here and there. The mansion was colored a soft, mocha brown with off-white painting coating the outlines of the large bay windows in the middle of the main entrance. Many smaller windows decorated every level. Soft, white curtains were drawn over every window, hiding away the inhabitants within.
The Takia home.................
In the large, master bedroom with plush, midnight blue carpeting and white-sand painted walls, a young woman lied within a king-sized bed, made of dark, cherry wood. The glorious bed was filled with silky black sheets. The woman looked to be around twenty-five, give or take a few years. Her pale skin shined against the sun's warming rays that shimmered through the crystal-clear glass of a large, bay window on the East side of the room. It was the only window that had its white curtains drawn back. The woman was lying on her left side, facing the sun's comforting warmth. Her midnight black hair spilled over the satin pillows like liquid ink, glinting every now and then. Long, black eyelashes softly brushed against ivory cheeks, softly brushing against them with every small, soft intake of air that came in and out a small gape between parted lips. The sun bathed her body, yet didn't seem to catch the woman's beautiful face. It took several hours past sunrise, bordering on seven in the morning, before the gentle rays caressed her face.
The gradual change of light behind her eyelids caused the woman to slowly awaken from her deep slumber of dreamless sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks before almost painstakingly opening until they were half-lidded. Startling orbs of an attractive shade of sapphire pierced through the slightly dark room.
Kagome yawned widely, her slender hand reaching upward to try and stifle the sound. Without moving from her position, Kagome snuggled into the warm, protective cocoon of bed sheets. Rubbing her face against the soft exterior of her pillow, she released a relaxed sigh. She always loved waking up by the morning sun – it always gave her a sense of peace. Her body felt calm when feeling the sun's toasty gaze. It was also the reason why she didn't like the winter, sometimes the fall. The large, dark gray clouds that would blanket the sky through the night and sometimes all day, kept the sun from waking her up, causing her to resort to her hated pastime of waking up: the dreaded alarm clock with its shrieking cries. Kagome wistfully smiled into the fabric of her bed, her limbs curling up into her body. Her husband never liked waking up the way she did, saying that the sun always hurt his eyes before he had time to adjust – but than again, she reasoned, that was just a downside to being an inuyoukai.
The sudden thought of her husband caused Kagome's eyes to snap open with a vengeance. She just as quickly shut her eyes in dreaded anticipation. For the past few years, this had become a routine. Late at night, she would wait for her husband to return from work, hoping to actually see him for once, but when the night became too long, went to sleep alone. Half way through the early morning, past one-thirty in the morning, she could subconsciously feel a missed, but welcomed warmth. But at six in the morning, would be gone just as she began to get used to the feeling. Taking in a deep breath, she silently rolled over to glance at her right side, only to feel her heart plummet down to her navel in sadness. The right side of the king-sized bed looked crisp and clean – any incentive of there ever being another's presence had been washed away.
Eyes filling with involuntary, pain-filled tears, Kagome released the breath she was holding. Closing her eyes, she turned away from the side of the bed to fling the covers off before swinging her legs over the ledge. Her toes brushed against the plush carpet before she stood up, softly padding away to take a lonely shower in an even lonelier bathroom.
Kagome had gotten used to waking up alone, but it never used to be this way. Her old mornings, the ones before the rift began to take place within her family, would usually start with her husband waking her up with a gentle nuzzle on her neck or a peck on the cheek; inuyoukai were naturally affectionate. She was then wrapped up in his arms where she could feel his body heat emitting from him. They would then get up and shower, preparing for the day. Kagome would proceed to wake up their daughter and prepare her for the day. They would then proceed to have breakfast before leaving.
That all changed, however, when her husband's father retired from his head position in Moonlight Inc. That sense of love and security that flourished in their family just seemed to vanish...along with Sesshoumaru. It was as if it had been sucked away into a dark pit of nothing-ness. She understood that his new position as the CEO of a rather powerful company demanded a lot of his attention, but it just seemed as if that was where all of his attention was going towards as of late. But no matter how she felt, she didn't think anybody felt the affects of her husband's neglect anymore than their four-year-old daughter, Rina. (1)
As Kagome stepped into the luxurious shower, she stepped within the hot, jetting streams of soothing water, heating up her tired muscles. She closed her eyes, imagining that it was his large hand lathering and washing her body and that it was his warm, firm chest that she was pressed against instead of nothing...only the cold, shivering air.
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End of chapter 1
(Author notes):
(1) – Yes, that's Rin.
I would also like to take this time to thank my beta, MissArtemis. She is the one who is helping me dramatically. So everyone give around of appaulse because i think this chapter is way, way better than the one i had before.
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